Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

Suddenly, Cara cuts the wheel of the boat hard right, and Moira slings outward over a large wake that was churned up by the boat's engine. As soon as the skis crest over the top of the wave, I watch as Moira's legs shoot out from under her and she goes spilling toward the water, tumbling end over end.

"Cut the engine," Clint yells at Cara. I watch as she throttles it back, turning her head over her shoulder to look behind her... a wicked smile on her face as she sees Moira bobbing in the water.

"Oops," she says as her eyes cut to me innocently. "I thought I saw a log floating in the water and was trying to avoid it."

"Geez, Cara," Clint says with a good-natured laugh. "You're a menace on the water. I'm driving from now on."

Cara gently turns the boat and heads back toward Moira. She's no worse for the fall, even giggling when we pull up to her. I lean over the boat and give her a hand, easily lifting her up and turning her so she can sit on the edge.

"Are you okay?" Cara asks solicitously.

"I'm fine," Moira says with a grin. "Scared the crap out of me at first, but it didn't even hurt. I want to try it again."

I note that Cara grimaces, but I shoot a quick grin at Moira. While Cara and Clint change positions behind the wheel, I lean down and place my lips near Moira's ear. "You're such a little daredevil. I have something planned for you tonight. Hope you're still feeling just as adventurous."

Moira's eyes flutter closed, and she groans lightly. I take that as her assent and pull away from her just as Cara walks back to where we are.

"Zach... I'm starting to burn a little," Cara purrs at me as she hands me a bottle of some lotion that I had seen Moira slathering on her skin earlier. Fuck how I'd longed to be the one rubbing that oily concoction onto her. "Do you mind getting my back?"

I don't even have to look at Moira to know she's rolling her eyes again, and I laugh to myself. I revel in her jealousy, but I'll make it up to her tonight.

"Sure," I say as I take the bottle and unscrew the cap.

I'm sure I hear Moira mutter "Unbelievable," before she scoots off the edge of the boat and splashes down into the water.

Cara and Clint just dropped us off at Randall's house. Moira has been tight lipped the entire ride home. I'm thinking it has everything to do with the fact that once I took the suntan lotion from Cara, she promptly undid the top and bottom ties to her bikini top and let the strings fall away, carefully holding the material over her breasts as she turned her back to me.

"I don't want to get that stuff on my suit," she said by way of explanation.

I quickly rubbed the slick stuff over her skin and, when she went to tie her strings around her neck, she let the bottom hang loosely so I got a good gander at the rounded globes of her breasts. She gave me a hot look, turning to face me while she tied the strings around her back. Smiling politely at her, I turned to look at Moira, who was shooting daggers at me. I just grinned back at her, and her mouth flattened into a grimace.

I've gotten the cold shoulder since then.

Sam greets us inside the foyer, telling us that Randall has a late business meeting and that he would have dinner ready for us in a few hours in the formal dining room. Moira mutters a thanks and stomps up the stairs. I watch her for a minute, with great appreciation for the way her ass sways under those tight denim shorts. When she makes it halfway up the flight, I follow her, bounding up two steps at a time.

She doesn't acknowledge me though and heads straight for her room. I follow her in, pushing against the door when she tries to close it on me.

"I'm taking a shower," Moira grumbles, and I shut her door as I step into her room.

"Perfect," I tell her. "I'll join you."

"Not in the mood, Zach," she snarls at me as she heads straight for the bathroom. I follow close behind her, not about to let her hide away from me.

I lean a hip against the bathroom counter while she turns the water on, holding her hand under the flow until the temperature suits her. When she turns toward me, her eyebrows raise. "What are you doing in here? I'm taking a shower, so I'll see you down at dinner."

Lifting my T-shirt over my head, I casually let it drop to the floor. Moira can't fucking help herself. Her eyes roam over my chest briefly before rising back up to meet mine.

"Oh no, you're not," she says as she backs away. "I told you I'm not in the mood."

"You are in the mood," I tell her simply, cutting my gaze quickly down to her chest. "I can see your nipples poking through your shirt."

"It's the air conditioning," she grumbles. "And if you want to fuck someone, why don't you go find Cara? I'm sure she'll oblige you."

Ah, there it is. My little tigress is still fuming over Cara's display this afternoon.

"I'm sure she'd oblige me too. No doubt she'd bend to me in a heartbeat," I tell her, and her face goes red with anger. "But I don't want her. I only want you, so get rid of your clothes. Now."

Moira's eyes heat up over my admission that I want her, but her chin rises up to me defiantly. There's a deviant sparkle in her eye even as she denies me again. "No."

"No?" I ask her with a dark smile. I untie my board shorts and push them off my hips, letting them fall to the ground. My cock got hard the minute I followed her into her room, and I reach down to stroke myself. Her eyes immediately drop to watch what I'm doing.

I step toward her, and the motion causes her gaze to snap back up to mine.

"No?" I ask again. "You think to deny me?"

"That's right," she says, although I can tell by the tone of her voice that she's daring me to push at her.

"If you don't take your clothes off, I'll do it for you," I tell her ominously.

"You'll have a fight on your hands," she challenges me.

Fucking game on. My cock is aching so bad right now, I might just go for her shorts and bikini bottoms, getting the bare minimum off before I pound my way inside of her.

My hands snake out and grab her waist, pulling her in tight to me. My arms wrap around her back and I start to lower my face to hers for a punishing kiss, but she cries out in pain.

I immediately release her. "What's wrong?"

Moira winces and carefully lifts up the back of her T-shirt, looking over her shoulder into the reflection in the mirror. My gaze follows, and I see that her back is tinged pink from the sun.

"Damn," she says in dismay. "I got sunburned."

She gingerly reaches back and pokes a finger into the skin just above her hip. It goes stark white for a minute, and then colors pink again when she pulls her finger away.

Moira turns her gaze back up to me and we stare at each other a moment, the heat of the fight gone out of both of us. Then her lips crack into a wide grin... as dazzling as the smile she gave me this afternoon. "Guess I kind of ruined the moment, huh?"

I throw my head back and laugh at her. "It's not ruined. I'm just going to have to be a little gentler with you."

With soft hands, I lift her shirt up over her head, discarding it so I can free her breasts from the bathing suit top. Bending down, I take off her shorts and then pull her bottoms down her legs, being careful not to scrape at her skin. When she's completely bare to me, I lean in and place a kiss over her stomach before standing up again.

I lean into the shower and turn the heat of the water down a bit so it's merely lukewarm and I know won't hurt her tender skin. By the looks of her, only her back got burned, and I'm feeling guilty that I willingly slathered the protective lotion onto Cara, but I didn't give the same courtesy to Moira.

"Does it hurt bad?" I ask her.

"No... just stings a bit. I have some aloe I can rub on it after the shower."

"I'll rub it on, but let's get cleaned up first," I tell her as I take her hand and help her step through the large glass door.

Her shower is overly large, just like the one in my bathroom. It's tiled in brown and gray slate with various nozzles that provide sprays of water from all angles.

Moira tips her head back under one spray and wets her hair. When she lifts her head back up, little droplets get stuck in her eyelashes and run down her cheeks. Her green eyes shimmer, and she is simply stunning.

Reaching over to grab the body wash, I liberally pour some in my hands and lather it up. "Your front first."

Moira watches me with heavy eyes as I run my soapy hands over her neck, shoulders, and down her arms. I pay extra attention to her breasts, gently kneading them and circling the pads of my thumbs over her erect nipples. I'm so fucking horny right now. I can feel my own cock weeping with urgency to get inside of her, yet I continue to take my time washing her body.

I put a lathered hand between her legs, washing and massaging her pussy through her slick lips before gently pushing a finger inside of her.

"Oh, Zach," she moans as her hips tilt inward.

I pull my finger out, grazing it over her clit, which causes her to gasp. Fuck, she's so sexy.

"Turn around," I rasp out. "Let me wash your back."

She does as I bid, pulling her long hair over her shoulder to reveal her pinkened skin to me. I barely touch her as I gently rub suds over her skin, down the middle of her spine, and to her beautifully rounded ass that is still creamy pale because it was hidden from the sun.